The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-10-15
\ Strange Dream.
BY LETITIA BROWNE.

Elinos came down to breakfast looking pale and with little appetite.
 "What's the matter, dear?" Have you a headache this morning?" said Miss Pitkins.
 "No, Aunt Annie, but I had a queer dream last night, and I can't forget it. I positively shake when I think of it. kept dreaming it over and over again. thought that was asleep in room in some hotel, and that 1 dreamed that in drawer of the table in the room I should find diary with the initials J. A. E. and the date, 1887, written on the fly-leaf. Then it seemed to me that awakened, got up, and found the diary which contained the history of a crime com- mitted by the writer. 1 read until l was about to turn the page on which the crime was revealed, and suddenly the book was snatched from me, and I really did wake up. Each time that l fell asleep l dreamed exactly the same thing. Finally it became un- bearable, and got up and sat by the fire until daylight. Wasn't it strange? l am going to sleep with you to- night, Aunt Nan. could not endure another such experience alone"
 No repetition of the strange dream occurring, Elinos gradually forgot it, or remembered it only as the effect of too much indulgence in afternoon tea.
 Elinos Eveleth was that universally envied being, a beautiful heiress. Her parents had died when she was very young, and dearly loved and devoted aunt had since been her guardian and faithful friend.
 Some four months after the night of the troublesome dream, Miss Pit kins and Elinos left their home, the pleasant little New England city where It was situated, and went to New York for an extended visit, stay ing while there at a large, fashionable hotel, far up- town.
 During the earlier part of their visit, their time was much occupied in receiving their many friends living in New York, who all hastened to be civil to the young heiress, and in ac- cepting the various hospitalities offered them.
 Finally, Elinos, becoming a little weary, announced her intention of declining to go to any more dinner parties.
 So it happened that nearly two weeks alter their arrival, they dined for the first time at the hotel. Break fast and lunch had been daily served in their own apartment.
 Elinos' first appearance on any scene always made marked sensation, and was remembered by it's chance observers as an event. The usual effect was produced on the guests in the dining hall of the Windsor.
 As Miss Pitkins and her noticeably beautiful niece were ushered to the places assigned to them by the obsequious waiter, many enquiring glances were exchanged.
 Elinos, under fire of public gaze, was deliciously unconscious. Tonight she was lovely in black gown with a shimmer of jet about its neck and transparent sleeves and the daintily exquisite little figure, its small head crowned with wealth of fluffy, gold hair, followed with per- feet grace, the elderly and not too elegant figure of Miss Pitkins.
 Once seated, the conversation of the late corners seemed, to their neigh bors, to be mutually absorbing and entertaining.
 At the last stage of the dinner, as Elinos was considering the advan- tages of cabinet pudding as compared with Neapolitan ice, she became sud- denly conscious of pair of eyes con- fronting her in an opposite mirror. Elinos had met numberless pairs of eyes with utter unconcern, but for some inexplicable reason this pair disturbed her.
 The annoying eyes, were to casual glance, not of remarkable appearance. They were gray, and to close observer, perhaps little nscrutable as to the expression. The face to which they belonged was strong and calm one. The chin was slightly prominent, and the small brown mustache shaded a mouth with severe lines in it's other wise beautiful curves. The owner of the strong face was a man about thirty-five years old, tall, with good physique, but withal not man to please people in general. Something, it was impossible to tell exactly what, seemed repellant to a careless admiration.
 st As Elinos, still conscious ot the mirrored eyes, arose to follow her aunt from the room, she slowly and almost involuntarily turned her head to look at the solitary occupant of the